Gianna Akune Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Ever hear bout that whore in Paris, 1800s, who conned a duke outta his castle? Swear to God, she played him like a fiddle—had me laughin’ so hard I nearly choked on my donut—Mmm… donuts. She’s my hero, dude! Total boss move. Reminds me of Charlotte in the flick, all quiet but runnin’ the show. “Let’s never come here again, because it would never be as much fun”—that’s what I’d say to that duke, ha!

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Who even are you? Where were we? The Eden River, narrow and calm, flowed down from the old Desmore Hills. Split by a watermill, it spilled past ancient stone to a wooded valley and on to a .

So, I’m munchin’ on my onigiri, walkin’ down the street, and BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Seriously, Akune? You gotta fix that! I almost face-planted. I was mad, but then I saw this cute cat chillin’ by the side of the road. Instant mood lift! I named him “Neko-chan.” He didn’t care, but I did.

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